 Fly to the desert, fly with me, Our Arab tents are rude for thee ; But oh ! the choice what heart can doubt Of tents with love, or thrones without ? Our rocks are rough, but smiling there Th' acacia waves her yellow hair, Lonely and sweet, nor loved the...  The Sale-room - Pàgina 1751817Visualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | Thomas Moore - 1817 - 416 pàgines
...the fairy sounds were o'er, Too inly touch'd for utterance, Now motion'd with his hand for more : — Fly to the desert, fly with me, Our Arab tents are...smiling there Th' acacia waves her yellow hair, Lonely and sweet, nor lov'd the less For flowering in a wilderness. Our sands are bare, but down their slope... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1817 - 418 pàgines
...the fairy sounds were o'er, Too inly touch'd for utterance, Now motion'd with his hand for more : — Fly to the desert, fly with me, Our Arab tents are...thrones without ? Our rocks are rough, but smiling there TV acacia waves her yellow hair, Lonely and sweet, nor lov'd the less For flowering in a wilderness.... | |
 | Tobias Smollett - 1817 - 680 pàgines
...as they are represented to have produced so important an effect, we cannot refuse to insert them. " Fly to the desert, fly with me, Our Arab tents are...heart can doubt Of tents with love, or thrones without 1 " Our rocks are rough, but smiling there Th' acacia waves her yellow hair, Lonely and sweet, nor... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1817 - 374 pàgines
...the fairy sounds were o'er, Too inly touch'd for utterance, Now motion'd with his hand for more:— Our rocks are rough, but smiling there Th' acacia waves her yellow hair, Lonely and sweet, nor lov'd the less For flowering in a wilderness. Our sands are bare, but down their slope... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1823 - 428 pàgines
...Some minutes rapt, as in a trance, After the fairy sounds were o'er, Too inly touch'd for utterance, Fly to the desert, fly with me, Our Arab tents are...smiling there Th' acacia waves her yellow hair, Lonely and sweet, nor loved the less For flowering in a wilderness. Our sands are bare, but down their slope... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1823 - 422 pàgines
...the fairy sounds were o'er, Too inly touch'd for utterance, Now motion'd with his hand for more : — Fly to the desert, fly with me, Our Arab tents are...smiling there Th' acacia waves her yellow hair, Lonely and sweet, nor loved the less For flowering in a wilderness. Our sands are bare, but down their slope... | |
 | Susan Linn De Witt - 1823 - 496 pàgines
...such as he had reason to suppose he was, from the conversation of his associates. CHAPTER III. •' Fly to the desert, fly with me, Our Arab tents are...thee — But oh ! the choice what heart can doubt, Oftents with love, or thrones without ?" MooRt. ABOUT four o'clock in the afternoon . Ellen came to... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1825 - 374 pàgines
...Who get rid of the folly by wedding the fool ; No — dearest aunt ! excuse me. Fly to the Desert. Fly to the desert, fly with me, Our Arab tents are...smiling there Th' acacia waves her yellow hair, Lonely and sweet, nor lov'd the less For flowering in a wilderness. Our sands are bare, but down their slope... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1825 - 310 pàgines
...account of tt;e share which wine had in the fall of " ie angels. r. Mdriti, FLY TO THE DESERT. Fi.y to the desert, fly with me, Our Arab tents are rude...smiling there Th' acacia waves her yellow hair, Lonely and sweet, nor lov'd the less For flowering in the wilderness. Our sands are bare, but down their slope... | |
 | 1825 - 386 pàgines
...thy wild and- vivid fancy, " Fly from the desalt, fly with me ! Thy Arab tents are rude for thee j But oh ! the choice what heart can doubt, Of tents with love, or thrones without !" Vain wishes — fruitless imaginings. Nerina, it is well I cannot inquire into thy fate; with the... | |
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